(Haha! It only looked long. xP Just be happy you got a post out of me at all, lmfao)
Liliha knew her mother was ill - beyond her father's repair, unfortanately. She was entering a state where she was even untouchable by her father's far magic reach. Avarielle was on the verge of death, leaving a father and single daughter behind. Liliha wasn't sure what he father would do once her mother died. He wasn't cavalier about the 'love of his life' as he often describe the human woman. Regardless of her father's appearance, he took great care in everything he held dear, which meant his daughter, grand-daughter, his servant, Taima, and his diminishing wife.
"Alright, alright. Before you make an attempt at my life, I'll get on with it," he turned after - proudly - making Sherene give a large, splendid smile.
"One of my demonic associates, Daruka, has forgotten his place among society. He's, more or less, an outcast from the entirety of 'us'. Taima has heard news from distant relatives that he no longer has any allies reaching within any demonic kingdom or anyone higher than a slave," Lexiss stated, resting his elbow on the table in a manner much like Liliha's.
Lexiss own hair was long and dark, and the similiarities between his daughter was uncanny, although she had the fair skin of her mother, probably one of the very few things she had gotten from her mother. Their tone was quite the same - it commanded some kind of respect, and held a touch of authority. Unlike Lexiss, however, Liliha was possibly more intense, most-likely something acquired later in life, and only few times was she as laid back as Lexiss seemed to be.
"He's greedy and powerful. And he's been wanting my blood and money for quite some time now. I didn't imagine he'd go after Turner and the boys, and --- ah, I upset her," Lexiss said, sighing as Sherene abruptly got up - the first thing she had done probably by herself, and walked down the hall in the direction of Avarielle.
"Well, I didn't imagine he'd go after you or your friend, either. So, regardless that he is now an outcast, it seems my own place has been restored. Isn't that marvelous, honey?" He said, looking at Liliha with a bright grin.
Liliha really did look like she was at her wits end. Her father had went from a serious tone to a light-hearted joking one in less then a second. She twitched and ran a hand through her dark hair, lacking patience, not caring who saw her lack of an ear, as it was usually mostly covered up. Doubtful that Stephan hadn't seen it by now, and Taima had seen it one time or another, but the girl still looked disturbed at Liliha's 'lacking'.
"Anyway! Apparently, since he can't very well have my blood, he wants your's. I'm not sure why - I think it has something to do with his demonic ancestors and some undead army, blah blah. Mostly because we're very distantly blood-related, but it's enough. So he wants your blood to raise one. Because, he needs a sacrifice. And he certainly isn't going to sacrifice himself," her father said, although he wasn't taking it very seriously.
"And now that you're involved, Mister Wolfie, you'll probably be a yummy side-dish for his servants," he stated, his tone not changing.
"Well, father, that was most enlightening. So, could you please tell us how this could possibly be avoided? As much as I would love to see my husband and sons, I think it's slightly too soon for that adventure," Liliha said in a clipped, professional tone, like this was the only way to deal with her father. In truth, it was.
"Ah, miss them, I see? Turner was too much the dreamer - his boys probably would've ended the same. Shame, really," he pondered, mostly toying in probably the cruelest fashion with his daughter.
It didn't take long for Liliha's patience to run out and her anger swell. Her fake fist was tightening hard, until the tips of the fingers shattered apart, air splitting apart the rest of the farm arm. She ripped off the faux appendage hastily and slammed herself back into her seat, her lower jaw jutting and her face flushed. She was clearly unhappy.
"Yes, yes. I was waiting for you to get more serious about this. And that shabby fake arm wouldn't ever do. Now," he said, also leaning back.
"How do you defeat a monster?" He said, smiling lightly, before he stood up and patted Liliha on the head and wandered down the hall towards his wife's room.
"L--Liliha, Stephan, I think you two should clean up. He probably wants to continue this later... and, Liliha, you could always visit the boys' graves, too," Taima murmured in a tone that a person would only ever use for an injured or frightened animal.
"Don't use that tone of voice with me, Taima. I may be older than I was fifteen years ago, but I can still break everybone in your body," Liliha snapped, standing up sharply, tipping over her chair and stomping off.
"....." Taima sighed and stood hurriedly. She waved Stephan with her, showing him to a bathroom, pulling out some clothing and laying them out - nothing more than a simple tunic and pants, along with a towel, and left.
When Liliha had finished, she had escorted herself (after few complications) to the backyard, a vast and sprawling garden, twisting and winding like a maze of flowers. It had taken her awhile, but she finally found herself to the heart of it, and although there were long rows of tombstones, bearing nothing but respects and names, she found herself to three equally ornate markers. She sighed and leaned back, falling to her ground. Now, she wished she had some alcohal, but, unfortantly, she wasn't carrying a bottle. Hell, she didn't even had any fake attachments on - not for her finger or arm. She wore pants and a tunic and a pair of sandals. She wanted to relax. Just for a few moments.
Her father hadn't allowed Turner to be buried with the rest of the family in the catacombs. The only person who was REALLY buried in this graveyard was Turner. All bodies containing demonic blood were laid to rest in the family catacombs. These were just markers to give respect - it was easier then trying to find the appropriate bodies in that disgusting dungeon. But, in any case, there was already a large shrine, with a statue of a beautiful woman atop it, directly to her left. It was extremely ornate and beautiful, spiraling pillars and flowers, sparkling in all it's glory. Except, the name inscribed on the shrine said 'Avarielle'. It was already built. Everyone was just really waiting for her to die. Hell, no one was certain if her soul was in her still, and her heart was just beating.
When Stephan was done, Taima escorted him to Liliha - considering that was the only person he knew.
(as long and as boring as the last. XD sorry.)
